Scooping them in its ethereal glory
To cascade through the heavens
In a shower filled with wonder.Ever-changing shapes glow in the moonlight,
Points of the crescent cradling her children
As the beautiful, soft clouds drift
Amongst the velvet opportunity of night.
The only thing constant is change,
Dreams intermingle into an insane reality,
Love and deception, happiness and heartbreak,
A surreal necessity that begs for relief.
An invention of colors, masks and curtains,
To sustain a miraculous plot of events
As twisted and corrupt as ’tis beautiful,
overwhelmingly awe-inspiring in the conclusion.
I blew a butterfly-kiss to the Moon,
Carrying my wishes on its transparent wings,
In the hope of redemption and atonement,
And dreams of unconditional love and beauty,
It’s the little things in life.